No one ever became thoroughly bad in one step.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
Hold it the greatest sin to prefer existence to honour, and for the sake of life to lose the reasons for living.
Those things please more, which are more expensive.
Tears ready to do duty at a minute's notice.
Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.